Tentacool. Tentacruel, was the giant. Sent to take out.
A leech of life, and harborer of filth and poison.
The overlords, of the Atlantis. Come, to save you from Armageddon.
We shall come back, in the next thousand years.
I am here to fight. The world. Lost. Take me to the end.
The doorway. Lord, I don’t think I can make it.
The roadway, or the flyway. Pray, for the last day.
Back to affinity. Life. Today, away from tomorrow.
Tonight, I will grow another hundred years.
Forever. And ever. Will you be the one.
The totem. You are the mystic one.
The world is a dying battle. The world is beautiful.
Praise the Lord. Aoh! Lugia.
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Very nice piece, indeed. ´´The world is a dying battle. The world is beautiful.´´´
May I ask, did you write this fine poem?